Grief is weird. It is
different every time.
I’m not crying anymore.
I’m just tired
And it feels like the color has drained from the day.
Chloe (Biscuit/ Biz): April 2005-July 2017
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Grief is weird. It is
different every time.
I’m not crying anymore.
I’m just tired
And it feels like the color has drained from the day.
Chloe (Biscuit/ Biz): April 2005-July 2017
I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you. ❤
I’m actually angry, still. One of the stages of grief but also it’s just not fucking fair. I want to scream at the sky for her, for you. All the love she gave to you and your daughter to be taken away so fast? No, no. I rage against this pain.
Maybe I can’t afford tears at the moment as I won’t stop. Dammit hon, I feel so useless.
I find that grief and its stages are not linear like it is suggested. I think we move back and forth, waffling between grief and anger and disbelief many times before we get to acceptance. Thank you for all your support.
I still can’t believe Spot is gone. Lumi has been a big help, but he isn’t Spot.
NO, and you may go hours or days and not think about it and then you’ll see something or whatever that brings back a memory and you are ambushed by grief again.
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